Sara, Michael and others in “Unfinished Business”

(repeatedly pounding a bundled up towel with a spoon) Don't look at me! Shut up! Shut up!

What is this?

Everything has a price. The price of free will, Michael.

What's she doing?

I said, don't look at me! Don't look at me!

What's she doing?

One never quite knows with Sara. Must be a dozen tales like hers in every parish. It is the experience of trauma. As a child, her terror was unspeakable.

Put it on your head. No!

She's quite out of reach. Nobody can help her.

Shut up! Shut up! I'm sorry!

We tried so hard to save her and for a time, she prospered, but lately, she's begun to resist the Village. And this is what she's condemned to. This prison.

There must be something you can do.

Not now. Not anymore. Sara!

(stands) I said, don't look at me!

Unless... One word from you... Help me. (Michael approaches Sara) Help me fix these people, Michael. You are the one. One word.

Sara. (holds out his hand) 3-1-3.